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Cuppa: A hand-poured cup of the best ideas about writing I've tasted lately
Hey, y’all—
Wintry skies always remind me of my childhood in France, hours hunched over a book in the thin white light slicing through the French doors, weeks punctuated by periodic slogs through the frigid drizzle to the library with my mother. Feet in perfect sync (two generations of ballet dancers) as we lean away, distributing the weight of our burde…